Man in Warhammer, starting Primarch

It is not only the experimental materials that are wrapped in the cocoon of flesh and blood, but also some human women.

The genes of clones are not stable, and it is easy to have various problems when used as mothers. The life bred by human mothers has stability that clones cannot compare with.

In order to rule the huge clone army, Horus needs some subordinates with stable genes.

These human women are responsible for this task. Fabius puts the edited flesh and blood seeds into the stomachs of these women. These flesh and blood seeds will squeeze all the nutrients of the mothers, and finally chew them up together with their souls and burst out of their stomachs.

The terrifying and blasphemous things will grow little by little in the stomachs of these poor women. In the remaining lives of these women, they can clearly feel their flesh and blood being devoured. Even in the dark stars, this is a very cruel torture.

"Kill me, please."

When Horus passed by a woman with fixed limbs, a slight pleading sounded in his ears.

Horus turned his head and saw a standard mother in the reproductive period.

Even though a small amount of blood dried on the woman's face, it did not affect her delicate and beautiful appearance.

The woman's body was slender, beautiful, and well-proportioned. Even in the rich garden world, she was a rare pearl. Her appearance would be popular for a while, attracting countless men to fall under her skirt.

She had eyes like emeralds, and when her eyes blinked, they were still shining with soft water light.

Judging from her clothes and fair and smooth skin, she should have been a noble lady before she was caught here, but at this time her luxurious clothes had been torn to pieces, her hair was messy, and her breathing was very weak.

Her bulging belly almost hit her eyes, and the surface of her belly was squirming. As Horus approached, the life in the woman's belly became active.

Horus looked at her chest, where several nutrition tubes were inserted to maintain the woman's life. There were also a lot of hormone drugs to ensure that she would never die before the creature in the woman's abdomen was born, even if she wanted to commit suicide.

"What's your name?" Horus asked.

"Mina." The woman's voice was very weak. For her, even speaking was a very painful and laborious thing.

If it were a peaceful world, Mina might be surrounded by many suitors. No matter what she wanted, the affectionate gentlemen would offer it to her with both hands, and no one would make her sad.

This beautiful young girl should have enjoyed the beauty of the world, but unfortunately, the beautiful peace does not belong to the galaxy. War and pain are the norm among the stars.

There are no affectionate and handsome gentlemen here, only Fabius's cruel and bloody experiments.

Her appearance has no advantage here. The mechanical priests and the cyborg assistants will treat them equally as the seedbed for cultivating biological weapons.

"You are devoting yourself to a great cause, Mina. You should be proud of it. A little pain is nothing compared to the glory you will gain. Your achievements will be remembered, and your children will become heroes who save the stars. This is an honor."

Horus' tone was extremely sincere. He hoped that his words could cheer the woman up.

The ultimate destruction of the universe is coming. For the survival of the galaxy, a little sacrifice is worth affirming. The woman should be happy. She will become the mother of a great hero.

"No, my body is used for sin. I should have committed suicide long ago." The woman retorted with her last strength.

When the slave ship of the Dark Eldar destroyed her spaceship and the last guard on the spaceship was killed by the Dark Eldar, she should have chosen to commit suicide immediately.

But the fear of death made her unable to pull the trigger and end her life in the end.

It was her greed for life that caused the current pain. Everything was her own fault. Now she has become a container of evil things and can clearly feel that a life full of blasphemy is being born in her body.

She should have gone to hell long ago. Even if her body was insulted by the Dark Eldar, it would be better than the body loyal to the empire being used for sin.

All this was just because of her weakness at the time. She deserved to go to hell.

Horus's expression became angry, "Even you can't understand me. Unfortunately, you are as short-sighted as others!"

Horus left angrily and continued to walk deeper into the laboratory, leaving behind the woman who was still in the cocoon of flesh and blood, praying to the Emperor for death.

On the other side of the laboratory, there was a cave like an auditorium.

In the center of the cave was a large podium, and around the podium was an elliptical funnel-shaped conference room.

The chairs near the podium were the shortest, and then they were raised to ensure that everyone could see the podium clearly.

It didn't take any advanced technology to open up such a conference room, so the area here was very large.

Even the door of the conference room was more than five meters, like a giant's door. After all, those who came to participate in this meeting were not ordinary people, but fallen warriors from various surviving warbands.

They were more or less blessed by Chaos, and their bodies were no longer human.

At this time, many people were already sitting on the circular seats. These people were the leaders of the fallen warbands, summoned by Horus.

The Empire's successive victories made all Chaos warbands realize that the power of the Human Empire is no longer what it used to be.

Just recently, the Red Pirates were attacked by the human fleet, and the flames of war ignited the dark world. The human empire destroyed the star field occupied by the Red Pirates with an almost overwhelming attitude.

The imperial army had no mercy at all. All the Red Pirates who participated in the war were slaughtered, and even the world they controlled was cleansed by cyclone torpedoes.

The imperial fleet that broke into the vortex would throw a few cyclone torpedoes almost every time it encountered a dark world.

In the material realm, the extermination order weapons that required layers of signatures were thrown out by them as if they were free - they didn't even care whether there were enemies in those dark worlds.

What frightened them even more was that no matter what kind of power they got from the gods, they could not escape complete destruction in the flames set off by the imperial fleet, no matter whether the flames were red or gold.

In such a situation, even the demons became timid, and even regarded the human empire's Destroyer, Grey Knights and other legions as nightmares.

Today's demons only dare to move around the periphery of the Great Rift, and they dare not even approach the edge of the Great Rift.

No demons are willing to go to worlds that are slightly closer to the human front.

The Empire has mastered weapons that can completely kill demons. This was actually foreshadowed a long time ago. The heroes and saints whose weapons burned with the Emperor's fire could always teach the demons the most tragic lessons.

At that time, there were not many Imperial warriors with such weapons, and they were not worthy of Chaos's fear.

Now, weapons that can completely kill demons have armed most of the human army. Once they die, they will die for real. Only then did the demons realize that they were far less crazy than they imagined.

The crazy and chaotic demons have become clear-eyed recently.

Horus walked onto his podium, and the bustling voices in the conference room immediately calmed down.

Each Primarch has a unique leadership temperament, and they will make people surrender and obey their orders unconsciously.

Horus swept his eyes over each warband leader.

Even though he hadn't spoken yet, the people in the field felt an irresistible majesty.

Everyone fell silent and looked at Horus with awe.

Looking at these eyes, Horus was a little dazed for a moment. The soldiers under his command and countless imperial citizens had looked at him with such eyes.

At that time, he was the Imperial Warmaster and the supreme war leader of the Empire.

The memory lasted only a few seconds, and then Horus came back to his senses and announced the birth of a new Chaos Legion to all the warband leaders.

No one resisted this. In fact, these warband leaders came here and were forced to seek Horus's asylum under the siege of the Imperial Army.

They joined Horus unconditionally, and Horus also promised them a future worth looking forward to.

The atmosphere of the meeting was very harmonious.

On the other side, the cloned Primarch Fulgrim was also running among the dark stars.

He kept in mind the task assigned to him by Dukel and actively looked for Fabius's traces, but he did more than that.

The Imperial Warmaster had promised him a powerful fleet.

But under his command, a group of Emperor's children who followed him spontaneously gathered. Even though these children had fallen, Fulgrim was still willing to take them to find redemption.

Such Emperor's children were destined not to be accepted by the Empire.

Therefore, Fulgrim rejected Duker's kindness.

But this led to a new problem - without the military support of the Empire, Fulgrim fell into a dilemma of serious shortage of troops.

In order to complete Duker's task, Fulgrim was actively summoning the Emperor's children while monitoring Fabius.

And those Emperor's children who were unwilling to follow him again were killed by him, completely ending their fallen lives.

Such an action made Fulgrim a little sad, but helpless.

He stood on the bridge, thinking about the next action, but what he didn't notice was that a deep and dark night was covering his fleet.

"Fulgrim?" Under the cover of the veil of the night, Curze saw the familiar face clearly.

That face was as perfect as it was ten thousand years ago, the only difference was that it had a hideous scar.

Curze also carried Duker's mission. On the way, he ran into the fleet of the Emperor's Children and wanted to eliminate these traitors.

But when he saw Clone Fulgrim standing on the bridge, it was like an old friend from ten thousand years ago appeared in front of him again, and for a moment the Lord of the Night looked a little dazed.

It was not until the fleet of the Emperor's Children disappeared in front of him and disappeared in the bizarre sea of ​​souls that Curze came back to his senses again.

In the end, he gave up the pursuit of the Emperor's Children and returned to the Imperial Fleet he led.

Following the guidance of the Astropath, Curze boarded the Imperial Fleet and came to a world called "Uta".

According to the guidance, there is a high probability that there are fragments of the Star God in this world.

Curze's fleet was attacked just as it approached the outer orbit of the Uta world.

Countless cannons exploded between the stars, stirring up colorful vortices in the clouds of the Uta world.

The surging thunder and lightning were driven by the other party in some form, entangled in the void like millions of black poisonous snakes, blocking the approach of the imperial fleet.

Uta is a lost world of the Empire.

After the Great Rift opened, there were many such worlds. In fact, even today, the Empire still loses hundreds of worlds every day and recaptures a similar number of worlds.

Curze did not expect that he would encounter such a form of obstruction just when he approached this world.

In order to facilitate his actions, the Military Affairs Department has re-recorded Curze's identity in the Imperial Archives and made him the highest person in charge of this fleet.

What made Curze even more speechless was that while attacking, the other party also implanted various shrill wails in the fleet's communication channel to intimidate him and his subordinates.

This familiar style allowed Curze to quickly determine that the enemy occupying this world was the Midnight Lords who had rebelled against the Empire with him.

During the Horus Heresy, Curze's betrayal triggered a large-scale rebellion of the Midnight Lords, and only a very small number of Midnight Lords still chose to be loyal to the Empire.

However, unlike other rebellious legions, the Midnight Lords despised any belief in evil gods, so they generally would not be stationed inside the Eye of Terror.

They like to commit crimes crazily in various parts of the Empire, leaving bloody and cruel marks everywhere.

Before the rebellion, the members of the Midnight Lords were basically criminals.

Curze's teaching that fear is justice in the past made them very keen to spread fear.

During the Great Crusade, the Midnight Lords were the most feared legion by the enemies of the Empire.

Often, upon hearing the news that the Midnight Lords are coming, many worlds will even immediately disarm and choose to surrender.

The Emperor also praised the efficiency of the Midnight Lords for this.

Curze did not expect to meet the Midnight Lords here.

The original rulers of Uta were a group of imperial families who followed the expeditionary legion here during the Great Crusade.

They came to this world and regarded it as their home, building a large number of black giant towers to cope with the harsh environment of this world.

But with the opening of the Great Rift, this world, like many lost worlds, fell into the Long Night Era, cut off communication with other human worlds, and was isolated from the world.

Until a ship with a black body and only a bat skull mark appeared in the outer defense orbit of the Uta world.

Those refugees who fled to Uta because of distress said a name with horror on their faces - Midnight Lord.

This is the symbol of nightmare and devil.

The defense of Uta world was easily broken by Midnight Lord. In order to make the humans of this world surrender, the nobles of this world were tortured by Midnight Lord in various ways.

Finally, they threw the skinned bodies of the nobles from high altitude, smashing them in every corner of the capital of the planet like dumplings, frightening the imperial soldiers who were still resisting and making them completely lose the courage to resist.

From then on, Uta world was ruled by Midnight Lord with fear.

When foreign fleets invaded, this fear also became a weapon to drive away the enemy.